What does meditation mean to you as a queer person of color?

“There are so few places in this world where I feel comfortable in my own skin. QTPoC Meditation Space has become one of these few places.” 

— Khoa

“Meditation has always seemed so, well, not for me, because it’s seemingly soo self-indulgent. But now, I am starting to see that self-care is a form of resistance and even though sitting with my feelings will not erase my pain, it has given me skills to work with what I am feeling.” 

Basics of Meditation

Meditation is a simple practice available to all, and there are countless ways to practice. Mindfulness can reduce stress, increase calmness and clarity, and promote joy even in the face of suffering. Learning how to meditate is straightforward, and the benefits can come quickly.

Here, we offer basic tips to get you started on a path toward a greater sense of groundedness and wellbeing. Take a deep breath, and get ready to let go of stress and tension – maybe not all of it, yet enough to feel less anxiety and more ease through your day-to-day life.

Join us

We host monthly meditation sittings for queer and trans people of color at the Brooklyn Community Pride Center. Additional QTPoC Meditation events and changes in day/time are updated here.

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